billie
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, etc.
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Billie and my friend the saint,
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You're perfect in so many ways,
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But you never looked hard
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at a fetus in a jar
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you never saw your mama change.
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And this wonderland of spite,
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Does not shine into your night,
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Like widows are seen
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As stigmatised beings,
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Who ought to have second chance.
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And hurricanes spin
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Like debutantes in a trance.
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Sue the fortune-teller,
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Rue the rising tide,
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General Washington,
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patented that skull,
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Throw him out.
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Ship that hollandaise,
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Feel the heart fell of touch
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See the longer you tease,
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The stronger the needs,
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The highs and the fruit are long.
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Up to the one a kid,
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Call the bluff when the money's in,
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You're a hungry matron,
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And you are just what I need,
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I was tired of the best years of my life.
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Sue the fortune-teller,
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Rue the rising tide,
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General Washington,
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Patented that skull,
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Throw him out.
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billie
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